All Chapters of Substitute Bride for the Mafia Don: Chapter 111 - Chapter 117

Ava I could sense the nervous excitement in the air as I walked into the dining room, my hand resting on my growing bump. The house was all cleaned up and ready for this dinner—flowers on the table, soft lighting that created a warm and inviting atmosphere. I had put in a lot of effort to ensure everything was just right for Steph, even though I knew this dinner was also about making sure Riccardo didn’t scare Eddie off after just five minutes. My brother had taken Anrico and Massimo with him ever since Riccardo insisted I go on bedrest. My mom and brother bring them over every day, but it just isn’t the same. I really miss my kids. But we knew they were safe there. The doorbell rang, and I could feel the energy change as everyone got into position. Riccardo was by the door, waiting for our guest. When Eddie walked in, I couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly charming he was. Tall, with an easy smile and a confident vibe, he was just what I had expected. His dark brown hair was n

Riccardo I could sense the years of suffering, the marks he left on my body and soul, flooding my thoughts. The things he did to me— how he treated my mother. How he abandoned us to perish, alone and forgotten, in the cold. He attempted to speak again, but I had no desire to listen. The man who inflicted so much pain on me didn’t deserve any more of my time. I drew the gun from its holster, steadying my aim. Luigi's eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen. "You’re going to kill me?" he laughed. "Because I sent your whore of a wife a gift? Did you like it? It looked like those three bastards! I would have taken care of your three bastards the same way, but you found me!" But I couldn’t bear to listen any longer. The man standing before me wasn’t my father. He was a coward, a parasite, a man who only cared for himself. He had no remorse, no humanity left in him. "You’ll never be forgiven," I said, my voice icy. "You’ll never be the man you should have been. You’ll never b

Riccardo The room was silent, except for the constant beeping of the monitors and the soft whispers of the midwife. Riccardo stayed right by my side, holding my hand tightly as I worked through each wave of pain. "You're incredible," he murmured, kissing my sweaty forehead. "You're so strong, baby." I wanted to take his words to heart, but as the hours dragged on, fatigue set in. My body was sore, and my mind was clouded with fear. "I can't do this," I said softly, tears streaming down my face. "Yes, you can," Riccardo replied, his tone resolute. "You will. You managed this all by yourself with the twins, and I'm here now, so you can do it again." His encouragement grounded me. I nodded, gripping his hand tighter as another contraction hit me. When the midwife announced it was time to push, panic surged within me. But Riccardo was right there, his voice calm in my ear. "One more, Ava. You're almost there," he encouraged, his gaze locked on mine. I screamed through the agony, givin